#and jack is down BAD but doesnt know it

[we-are-inevitable]

the sun still sets the same - javid WIP

“Hang on– Wait, okay, wait.”

They’re almost to the silver door before David all but drags Jack back a few feet, nearly making him bump into another person on the sidewalk. Jack turns on his heels to face David, who gently grabs his shoulders and positions him in the mouth of the alleyway between the two buildings- a bar and a dance hall. 

“Everything okay, Dave?” Jack asks, righting himself from the shoving. He’s used to being manhandled- his frat brothers believe in the love language of side-punches and dragging people arould by the collar of their shirt- but David is pretty gentle about it, and it catches Jack off guard more than it should. “Change your mind?”

“No, I just… I wanna make sure that you didn’t,” David starts, glancing over his shoulder at the sidewalk. “Change your mind, that is. I know this isn’t really your scene, and I don’t want to force you or anything.”

Jack grins, gaze softening. It’s sweet, really, that David cares like this. He’s right either way: Jack has never been to a gay bar before, let alone a drag show, but David’s birthday is next weekend and Jack can’t go to his party because he has to go to a date party with some Chi-O, so this is the next best thing. A night out together, doing something that David loves.

Jack isn’t sure he gets the appeal yet, though; he knows it’s entertaining, but why David loves men in makeup and skirts, he isn’t sure. But, hey, maybe he’ll be enlightened. 

“Dude, you really think I would’a walked all the way here to chicken out at the last minute?” Jack asks, raising a brow and crossing his arms. He sees David’s worry melt away- not completely, but enough- and the grin that takes place on his face makes Jack smile wider. “I’m a big boy, Davey. Ain’t gotta worry about me.”

David breathes out and nods. “Okay, good,” He says, and crosses his arms to mimic Jack. Jack watches him for a moment, the way his biceps flex a little as he moves and the way he cocks his hip, and he wonders for a moment how David isn’t cold just wearing a cut-up sleeveless croptop and a mesh undershirt. “In that case, we need to go over the rules.”

Jack tilts his head. “Rules. What rules?”

“First off, no judging,” David says quickly, nonchalantly holding one finger up. “Not that I think you would, but I’ve dealt with enough dickish straight guys at drag shows to not want to put up with it. Second– you’re here to see the show. I guarantee there will be plenty of straight girls looking for a gay best friend in there, and I know you’re not gay,” David pauses for a beat, “and I’m not trying to police who you flirt with or anything, but I just– I don’t, uh, want you missing out.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on flirting with anyone anyway. We’re celebratin’ your birthday, man, tonight’s all about you,” Jack says as earnestly as he can. This isn’t how he’d want to spend his Saturday night, but it’s for David. He’d do a lot for David. “Besides, you’re actin’ like I’m not gonna be glued to your side all night. I’m out of my element here.”

“Fair point,” David acknowledges with a tilt of his head. The movement makes the glitter on his eyelids shine in the barely-there ray of neon light from the sign above, and Jack has to admit, David looks pretty good in makeup, for a dude. “Third– please try to have fun, okay? I get that drag is, like, weird, but it’s supposed to be. Frankly, I think it’s better when it’s weird. I don’t want you to be miserable just because you’re doing this for me.”

“I guarantee you, this is gonna be fun, okay? I know it’s gonna be a culture shock. It’s fine, Dave, really,” Jack assures him, then nudges his shoulder with his fist. “Let’s get inside before you freeze to death.”

David’s grin morphs into some sort of amused little smirk, a look that Jack hasn’t seen before, and he drops his arms to his sides. “Oh, that’s cute! You think gay people get cold. You’ve got a lot to learn.” 

As if he didn’t just drop an enigma of a sentence, David turns on his heels with surprising dexterity for someone in 4 inch platform boots, and walks out of the alleyway, beckoning for Jack to follow. 

And Jack does.

He follows underneath the neon pink lighting of the sign reading Mirage, and he follows in line, and he follows when the bouncer- a larger man in a black tee and leather vest- draws an X on the back of his hand, and waves them inside, and he follows as David leads him into an overwhelming mash of glitter and pop music and people who don’t look like Jack at all.

For the first thirty seconds, it’s a difficult adjustment. After that, after Jack sees the smile on David’s face? After he sees David throw his head back and laugh at Jack’s initial shock, after he sees David start to sway to the music and raise his hands as he leads Jack to the stage area? Jack decides being in this new atmosphere is the easiest thing in the world, if it means he gets to see David smile like this.

[mlp-natural]

Jack about to get white girl drunk off his ass istg

White Claw, Red Bull, and Blue Raspberry Smirnoff is his drink of choice (The American Dream RAAAHHH)

[whokilledsamara]

you should do a nsfw alphabet for dogday? :)

(but don’t tire yourself out, okay? ♡

you deserve a break every once in a while !!)

DOGDAY NSFW ALPHABET

a Dogday x reader list. {an: thank you sm for your kind words, i appreciate the support! happy to write for my fellow readers.}

warnings!: not too much for this one, dogday is a sweet boy. nsfw is a big one though! he is very vanilla, {ironic} and its just basic sex. this takes place BEFORE you and him escape. so yes, yall are still in the factory. {if you want me to do one from after the factory or something than send in the request and ill redo it} both amab and afab choices for reader!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

oh boy. this man goes OVERBOARD with aftercare. he does everything he can for being in an old warehouse. so dont expect to just walk off without him doing every possible thing he can.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves everything about you, so other than your face it would probably be your hips. doesnt matter the shape/size, he loves them.

on him it would be difficult to pick, being an anthropomorphic dog is kind of hard to deal with. if anything he likes his hands, big and strong.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

as expected due to the sheer size of his body, he cums a lot. depending on where you want it is where he will put it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

hes a very vanilla based guy {as said, ironic} and doesnt have many dark and deep fantasies. though he would like to be topped, so i guess thats one.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

buddy is clueless. even as human this poor dog had NO game. he's definitely surprised you even want to do it with him, which will make him try his absolute hardest to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style. self explanatory.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hes serious but hes also very awkward at the beginning, though he gets more used to it after a while.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

hes covered in fur so there isnt much of a difference, but his groin area has more fur than usual {almost as a happy trail}, if that answers your question.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very romantic guy. probably more romantic than sexual. he just loves you a lot.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

never has. and probably never will as long as he has you. his sex drive is almost none as he isnt made to do that. but you tend to spark some kind of reaction from him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

petplay, collars, dom and sub, maybe more depending on how far you guys go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

not many options, so preferably secluded places that you wont be bothered.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you in general, but also his ears being scratched. i mean he is a dog after all.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

scat, vomit, or anything abuse related.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he has a big tongue surprisingly, so he does prefer to go down on you. wether that be eating you out or sucking you off {more like licking you off} then he is good. as for receiving, he loves it, but he feels bad watching you struggle. though a part of him is attracted to it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends, usually he is slow as to not hurt you, but if you ask him to go faster he will.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesnt HATE them, i mean, sex is sex and especially with you its amazing, but he prefers to take his time on you. he will never say no to a quickie tho.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no. he doesnt want to risk hurting you, and therefore he will do everything to prevent it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

his stamina doesnt deflate due to his dog like nature, but he tends to stop after two rounds as to keep you safe.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he is a toy, so no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he likes to jokingly tease, not really intentionally making you horny, but this poor boy CANNOT take you teasing him. he becomes a blubbering mess and pants heavily.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not loud, but he growls and grunts. not in an aggressive way of course.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he really likes dry humping. like yes go up to him and shush him while you hump his thigh, hell yea.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

goodness gracious. i guess being over 8 foot tall really helps you pack somewhere else. your poor hole(s) honestly, hes over 12 inches LONG and probably around 6 inches wide. hes a girthy boy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

as said earlier, he wasnt made for sex, so its not very high. he happily obliges for you though. and you definitely get him going.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

hes a sun dog, and doesnt need sleep. but he does enjoy an occasional nap every now and then. that being said he loves sleeping with you.

{ created by @whokilledsamara }

[uncannygirl]

⊹ ˚ . 𝐄yeless 𝐉ack headcanons .ᐟ ( ft. gn! reader )

🪦 𝒞ontains . . . a collection of general, platonic, and romantic headcanons. mentions of cannibalism and drinking blood. 🪦 𝒲ord count . . . 1.7K

𝓐 uthors note ♱ I live for awkward jack (not proofread)

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🪦 𝐏eculiar and 𝐁rooding . . .

He towers over the majority of the other creeps. Sorta lanky, and looks out of place in most social settings, like he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Awful posture. Always hunched over with his hands shoved in his pockets, but like in a gloomy mysterious sort of way. He looks like a cartoon character with a rain cloud looming above his head lmao

A very practical guy. Not all that into fashion. He mainly wears black because it helps him drown into the shadows, and also because the dark colour helps to conceal any specks of blood. He's never been too fond of showing off the brutality of his actions in that way.

He enjoys the sound of rain, but not being out in the rain. Much like a cat, he hates getting wet.

Takes relatively good care of himself. He's definitely one of the only creeps that have held onto some of their morals.

Despite his cleanliness, the subtle lingering metallic scent of blood still clings to his skin. It's buried under the smell of warm woodsmoke and a leathery musk, which makes the usually sharp scent of raw flesh feel softer, almost comforting, in some weird way.

🪦 𝐀 𝐆entle 𝐋urker . . .

He just sort of lurks. He stands from a distance, remaining still in silent observation. He doesn't typically like getting involved in other peoples buisness, as it doesn't concern him.

Curiousity is definitely not a strong trait of his. Something completely unexpected or weird happens? It's cool. He doesnt really care or have an opinion. The type to just accept things as they are. He's a bit of a nihilist.

Gets shit done QUICK. Ask him to do something for you? He's on it immediately.

He's pretty awkward, and really bad with social cues. Try saying something sarcastic and he'll think you're being 100% serious.

Craves familiarity, and doesn't like change. He's kept so many old habits, items, and interests from when he was still human, solely because he doesn't want to move on.

Trust issues. He finds it hard to get close to people at all, let alone maintain relationships. This is mainly due to getting wrapped up in that whole cult thing.

🪦 𝐓ender is the 𝐅lesh . . .

One of his biggest constraints is his preference to leave his victims alive. Killing someone for no good reason just brings him further from the threads of humanity he's holding onto. He steals organs because he has to, not because he wants to.

Despite his resistance to kill, his undying hunger is still an issue. It brings out something carnal in him—raw and primal. If he rejects his craving for flesh, he will turn into something akin to a rabid animal, masticating whatever he can get his hands on.

Just because he supresses his urges, doesn't mean he doesn't have them. If he smells blood, he quite literally cannot focus on the task at hand, mind clouded over as he tries to restrain himself.

Hates to let flesh go to waste. He bags and packs organs and muscle, storing them in his fridge until he requires them.

🪦 𝐓hings of 𝐍ote . . .

He likes fresh air, as it helps calm him down after particularly stressful occurences. It almost makes him feel human again, even if it's just for a second.

Has a preference for peace and quiet. Unfortunatly, being one of the only medically trained people out of the creeps, he's learned to deal with the fact that he has to interact with a lot of brash and down-right rude personas.

Feels a sense of duty. He puts others above himself, always assisting someone elses injuries before his own, even if he doesn't necessarily like them.

A wide variety of knowledge covering the biology and anatomy of different species. With the constant need to give medical assistance to all sorts of inhuman things, he's managed to collect a lot of research over the years.

Will quietly sit in his little medical room for hours, just idly tinkering with things.

Insane fine motor skills. His hands do not shake or tremble. Ever.

He's got doctors handwriting lmao

Doesn't really listen to music. He's weird like that.

Still has the reflex to blink despite his lack of eyes, however it's more of an eyelid twitch rather than a full blink.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

When the two of you first meet, he doesn't really talk all that much. It's not awkward or cold by any means, simply the fact that you don't have many points of common interest. However, after patching you up a couple of times and sharing some pleasent conversations, your small interactions bloom into a friendship.

He's very apprehensive about eating around you, since his eating habits are obviously … uh… not the most normal.

Very confused when his actions and words warrent extreme reactions for you.

For example, he'll tell you the most horrific, fucked up story imaginable, and after seeing your shocked face, he'll just be like: "Uh, sorry. Did I disturb you?"

Or, he'll casually pull off something that requires an insane amount of skill, and when you praise him for it, he'll just say "Oh, I thought that was a normal thing people could do."

Like he sounds so cocky but he's genuinely so perplexed by your reactions to the things he considered mundane.

Likes to observe you. Finds you interesting, whether through your actions, they way you hold yourself, all of it. It intrigues him.

He'll pull out some really smart nerdy medical shit randomly.

"My leg really hurts." "Really? Would you say the pain is more prominant in the sartorius or rectus femoris?" "Huh."

Without a doubt, he will always remind you to take your meds.

"[Name], have you taken your medication today?" "Nah I don't need them pffft whatever dude" "[Name], go and take your meds" "Okay yes im very sorry Jack"

Occasionally, he'll perform simple medical examinations on you. He claims it's just to "test his equipment", but it's secretly so he can spend more time with you. Just simple tasks like checking your blood pressure, blood tests, etc. He's just making sure you're okay!

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

He patches you up all the time. It's part of his job, afterall. But he couldn't help but notice the way he was extra attentive and gentle when it came to treating you. Being constantly exposed to the other creeps injuries and such, it always broke his heart when you were on the recieving end of the pain.

Despite his tender touch, the scent of your blood forces him to use all of his will-power to prevent himself from acting up....

Admires you from afar. Your reactions, thought-process, and intelligence are the most attractive parts of you to him.

After realising his feelings, he may be a bit on-and-off. He'll want to spend more time with you, making a concious effort to spark up conversation with you, maybe even occasionally pay you a (slightly awkwardly delivered) compliment ever now and then. But his insecurities and self doubt will drag him down, resulting in him distancing himself.

The first time he says "I love you" is when he's aiding you after a particulary bad wound. He was just so worried... he couldn't help but let those three fateful words slip. Internally, he goes into a panicked frenzy, beating hmself up for being so foward, thinking you probably think he's weird.

If you reciprocate his feelings, he'll freeze in place. His stiff movements are a result of sheer disbelief, and he doesn't know what to do or say. Should he give you a hug? Say thank you? He's absolutly clueless.

Please just kiss his stupid dumb-founded face. It'll give him all the answers he needs.

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🪦 𝐂aress & 𝐄mbrace . . .

He's so gentle

Loves subtle physical contact. Holding hands, light touches on your thigh, etc. Just little things to make him feel present and grounded, to remind him that you're real.

Very mindful about his teeth. They're very sharp! He really doesn't want to hurt you, so kissing can be slightly stiff and awkward at first.

He'll rest a hand on your cheek, clasping his other hand around your own. With some slight hesitation, he'll softly press his lips against yours.

Touchstraved. Please scratch his scalp and play with his hair. He'll mutter out "that feels nice," before becoming putty in your arms. He's literally a cat.

Speaking of cats, HE PURRS. I will not take any objections. He never does it around other people, only with you (mainly because you're the only one that can coax the sound out of him).

Looooves your scent. His sense of smell is beyond heightened, so he loves burying his face in your neck and just bathing in your musk. Deep underneath all the perfume and body mist, he lives for your natural fragrance.

holds you close whilst sleeping. The feeling of your heartbeat, soft breathing against his chest … he's swooning.

Speaking of sleep, he's still as a rock. It feels like your lying next to a corpse. You can't even hear him breathing. Honestly it's disturbing.

Insecure about his appearence and demonic nature. PLEASE hold his face and compliment him. He'll bury his head into your shoulder, overwelmed with his love and admiration towards you.

🪦 𝐑endezvous . . .

Not much of a fancy date kind of guy. For him, he simply finds happiness just being in your company. He doesn't want to worry about engaging in other activities. If he wants to hang out, it's because he solely wants to focus on you, not meaningless tasks that will distract him from your presence.

🪦 𝐀n act of 𝐒ervice . . .

Performs simple, domestic tasks without even realising. Like you'll come home and your entire house will be spotless and meticulously cleaned. He'll just be like "oh I just put a few things away because I was bored."

Very considerate. If he gets up early while you're still asleep, he'll make a concious effort to be as quiet as possible so he doesn't wake you. (he thinks you look really pretty sleeping.)

He's extremely protective. Needs to know where you're going, who you're with... he really, really doesn't want you to get hurt.

🪦 𝐀n 𝐎ddity among 𝐎thers . . .

He doesn't really see a need for excess material gain, so his gifts are more based around things you explicitly say you want or need.

Need some new bedding? He's already got it prepared for you. Want to try that new flavour of candy? You don't have to worry about a thing, he's already on his way to the store.

The urge to taste your blood is something he buries deep inside himself. He'll flat out deny the thought if it ever pops into his head. He hates seeing you hurt, but god, his demonic side really wants a taste.

He's just your lovable, slightly unnerving eldritch being. ♡

₊ ⊹ © uncannygirl ₊ ⊹ est 2025

[the-s1lly-corner]

Them trying to convince you to let them in when you're mad at them (crp)

something something cue jeff throwing rocks at your window while its raining outside after you guys had an argument or something like that characters: jeff, eyeless jack, laughing jack, ticci toby notes: reader is gn, non specifics on the argument but you guys got heated, short and written on computer, short and simple post cws: mentions of blood

JEFF THE KILLER

honestly he might not even care if youre still angry- and hes probably not going to wait for you to open the door if youre giving him the silent treatment. hes not the most... mature and tactful of the creepypastas...

he KNOWS how to sneak into someones house- a window that was accidentally left unlocked, picking a door open, things like that. he IS going to find a way inside to make himself at home.. this may prompt another argument

hes definitely gone out to relieve some steam... he tracks blood inside and gets its on the couch as he makes himself comfortable. the romance must be INSANE to make you put up with him/lh

smoothing things over usually can be... rough... hes got an ego and he hates acknowledging when he might be wrong... not to say there arent times where he doesnt admit it. its just.. not common

EYELESS JACK

he actually does try to talk things out with you from outside. if he could he actually would have worked things out before things got ugly... but things happen and sometimes people need to separate for a few hours to cool off

he doesnt try to force himself in when he finds everything locked down with you still inside. and if you dont wish to talk to him in that moment he wont force a compromise and solution right then and there. at most he will tap on your window to let you know that he is there, and that he is sorry

actually gives you more space to cool down- this isnt his first time walking home- wherever he lives- in the rain and it likely wont be the last. hes used to it, not that this is something he would hold over your head to guilt trip you

gentle taps on your window... he brings no peace offerings of physical goodies though

LAUGHING JACK

kinda pouts at the window like a soggy wet puppy. and he WILL follow you from window to window. it doesnt even matter what floor youre on hes gonna do it somehow

and when that doesnt work he tries to get you to laugh by doing charades on the other side of the glass- some dramatic. like pretending to be attacked or dying. other times attempting your usual clown act- juggling and tricks and the like. might even stop doing the charade part and actually involve props

hes persistent and he tries to offer you candy through the glass. he hates that youre giving him the cold shoulder and the silent treatment. he really doesnt mesh well with being ignored and the sense of being left behind- even if this is just a temporary hiccup

like... he REALLY doesnt like that feeling. it brings back memories of bad times and it makes him feel... small... he may not be the most mature creepypasta but hes no where near as bad as jeff- and hes more than willing to make things right to fix this

TICCI TOBY

ooooooh he does not like this but hes at least going to make an attempt to try to talk things out through the wall. he throws pebbles at your windows. tries his best not to shatter something. will be mortified if he does... but at least you can hear him better...?/lh

actually will leave for a minute only to come back with some of your favorite food. dont ask how he paid for it. hes got ways. yes this is a peace offering and a partial bribe. please open the door so he can give you some yummy food and hopefully hash things out with you

if you need some time to cool off it kills him a little on the inside. he wont be able to get to sleep that night because hes so anxious over whether or not youre through with him... even if in hindsight your disagreement was far from deal breaker material

but still...! youre the best thing in his life right now and he really doesnt want to fuck this up and push you away...!

[bialvindraper]

PLEASE infodump about drake

okok this is specific to the drake/kendrick drama but i can also do a drake one too - im assuming you know basically nothing. & i barely know this shit so correct me if im wrong. also this will be routinely updated so! check in :D

2011 - Take Care (album) by Drake features Kendrick Lamar on the track Buried Alive Interlude

2012 - Drake has Kendrick open for his Club Paradise Tour. The same year they both feature on A$AP Rocky's song Fuckin Problems (also with 2 Chainz)

2013 - Kendrick called out a few rappers (J. Cole, Pusha T, Big Sean, etc.) including Drake. Drake responds saying he had no response, basically. They do this again the same year (Kendrick says shit, Drake doesnt respond)

2016 (ish) - They continue subtle beef (Kendrick saying Drake has ghost writers, Drake saying Kendrick "sold out")

2023 - First Person Shooter by Drake and J. Cole drops (their first collab since 2013). In the song Drake mentions "the big three" in reference to himself, J. Cole, and Kendrick

2024, Mar. - Like That by Metro Boomin' and Kendrick Lamar drops. In it Kendrick responds to Drake, saying "the big three ... it's just big me", implying that Kendrick is above Drake and J. Cole. Drake attempts to ban Like That from the radio.

2024, Apr. - Push Ups by Drake is released. The song is about how Drake believes Kendrick is being extorted - the track referencing the phrase "drop and give me 50".

2024, Apr. - Taylor Made Freestyle by Drake is released, his second diss track at Kendrick. Here Drake disses Kendrick for "selling out" specifically in reference to Bad Blood by Taylor Swift ft. Kendrick Lamar. Drake also used AI vocals of Snoop Dogg and Tupac - this resulted in him almost being sued by Tupac's Estate. Drake wiped the song from his sites

2024, Apr. - Euphoria by Kendrick Lamar is released. The track is 6 minutes long, cut down from its original 19 minutes. The title is in reference to the TV series Euphoria which Drake is an executive producer of - it's also referencing the sexualisation of underage people, something done by the show and (allegedly) Drake himself. Within the track Kendrick makes fun of Drakes accent, how Drake says the n-word, how Drake dresses... and a fuck load more

2024, May. - 6:16 in LA by Kendrick Lamar releases, less than 72 hours after Euphoria dropped. This track specifically disses Drake for having ghost writers/lots of co-writers. He also implies that Drakes friends are stabbing him in the back and selling his info. This track is co-produced by Jack Antonoff, who co-writes and co-produces for Taylor Swift.

2024, May. - Family Matters by Drake is released. I want to be honest with you, i didn't listen to this until i got this ask. This track implies Kendrick beats his wife. Drake also disses other rappers such as A$AP Rocky, Future, etc.

2024, May. - Drake releases a Buried Alive Interlude Parody on his Instagram

2024, May. - Meet the Grahams by Kendrick Lamar is released. In this track (which is by far my favourite of all the tracks) Kendrick calls Drake a deadbeat dad and accuses Drake of having another secret child (apart from Adonis). Kendrick has a verse dedicated to this supposed child in which he basically parents her - teaching her all the things Drake wont. He also implies Drake struggles with alcohol and gambling

2024, May. - Not Like Us by Kendrick Lamar is released. The fourth diss track from Kendrick. In this track Kendrick alleges that there's pedophiles and trafficking within OVO (an indie record label founded by Drake). Kendrick also says that every rapper who's complimented Drake is lying and now hates him for using Tupac's vocals through AI. This track includes my favourite line "Tryna stike a chord and it's probably A-Minor"

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Meet Me In The Bathroom (Hannibal)

Description: Y/N and Hannibal have sex in a public bathroom.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,137

Request:waitttt i need a fic where hannibal is in a meeting/meet up or some sort and reader sends him a spicy message to meet them in the bathroom…then they fuck blah blah blah, then when they are done Hannibal doesnt realize hes a bit disheveled (loose tie , a few unbuttoned buttons, and messy hair if yk what i mean 😭) then his friends ask hannibal what they have been doing teasingly 💥💥💥💥

Hannibal wouldn’t be caught dead at a restaurant, he loved to cook too much and hated the idea of someone else doing it. But Jack insisted to him and Will that it was good and worth it.

Y/N encouraged him to go but he wouldn’t at first and then she offered to go with him. He hoped that Jack wouldn’t mind. So when he showed up with his beautiful girlfriend Will and Jack didn’t seem unpleasant to the surprise.

Y/N was smart and knew a little about crime and murders (she’s with Hannibal)so even if they really couldn’t talk about it around her she helped the best she could. “You need to let go.” She whispered in his ear, seeing that he was tense. She whispered it seductively or maybe he was imagining that until she decided to leave for the bathroom.

Another thing, Hannibal hated having sex in public places, he found it disgusting but something about tonight was going to change that. She looked at herself in the mirror fixing her hair and makeup.

The bathroom wasn’t too dirty and they could lock it. She pulled out her phone and took some pictures of herself, first they were innocent and then she got a little more risky with them and added captions.

Hannibal felt his phone vibrating and looked at it, his eyes widened at what she sent. Luckily, Will and Jack seemed to be occupied talking to notice. “Meet me in the bathroom? ;)” She sent and he cleared his throat before excusing himself.

She waited for him in the bathroom looking around. Would he even fuck her in this place? “Y/N?” He asked and she smiled before unlocking the door and opening it. She gave him a look and pulled him inside the bathroom. “What are you doing?” He asked her but she cut him off with a kiss.

It was a messy and sloppy kiss, one that Hannibal knew all too well. She was sucking his face and pushing him back against the wall. His eyes widened at her movements, was she trying to have sex in a public bathroom? “You wanna have sex in here?” Hannibal pulled away from the kiss to ask her, his voice kinda judgy but she couldn’t care less. She went back to kissing him, ignoring his question. He pulled her away again to look around, she noticed his looks and sighed, “Is it really that bad, Hanni?” She asked.

He looked at her and she did look very good, he would be stupid not to fuck her right now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smirk, “You and I both know we ain’t leaving this room til you fuck me.” Little devil was right and she knew it.

Hannibal sighed and turned them around so she was pushed against the wall. He kissed her hard and she moaned happily into the kiss, knowing she got what she wanted. His hands moved down to the bottom of her dress pulling it up, “We gotta make it quick.” He says against her lips.

Her hands moved to his pants and undid them, “You can make me cum fast.” She winks and he begins kissing her neck. She pulls out his dick and strokes it making him groan against her. It was getting hot in there so he removed his jacket.

She rubbed herself against his dick, “No panties?” He asked nearly out of breath and she giggled. She planned this. “Hanni, fuck. You need to fuck me now.” She moans to him and he groans as he pushes himself in her.

Her jaw drops and her eyes close as she feels him stretch her out, perfectly. Hannibal couldn’t believe what he was doing but she felt too good for him to worry. She whines and grabs his tie, pulling him closer to her. He was thrusting fast and hard knowing that at any time someone else might need the room. 

Will and Jack look around to notice Haannibal was missing along with Y/N. “Have you seen them?” Will asked Jack, who shrugged. “He said he was going to the bathroom 10 minutes ago.” Jack said. 

Y/N’s moans were loud and Hannibal did nothing to hide them. He kept thrusting inside of her making the noises more and more louder and needy. If anyone was near the bathroom they would hear and even though Hannibal would be embarrassed by this, at this point he couldn’t care less.

He groaned in her neck as she gasped his name, the idea of what they were doing has always turned her on but the fact that they were actually doing it was about to make her cum. “You naughty girl, turned on by us having sex in a public spot.” He teased and all she did was moan in response.

Why lie or even try to defend herself? It was no use. He was right and she didn’t feel bad about that. “Hanni, I’m about to cum.” She whined, a little too loud but who cares? They surely didn’t. She held him close to her as she came all over him, moaning softly now as she rode out her high.

Hannibal groaned and came inside of her as she squeezed him tight. Both of them were a sweaty mess but it was too good for them to care. She smirked up at her man as she caught her breath, “They are definitely looking for us.” She told him. 

Will and Jack looked up at Hannibal as he cleared his throat. He hadn’t realized but his tie and hair was still a mess. Will gave him a confused look but Hannibal didn’t catch it. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked him and Hannibal shrugged. “Probably still in the bathroom.” He told him without making eye contact. Jack chuckled a little as he realized what was going on.

“She still fixing herself?” He asked Hannibal with a laugh. Hannibal looked up at his friend, “Excuse me?” Jack pointed to his tie and Hannibal looked down, shit. He hadn’t noticed that his tie got messed up. He cleared his throat and tried to fix it while his friends had a good laugh about it.

“Wouldn’t take you as the type Hannibal.” Will said with a smirk. “He’s usually not.” Y/N said as she sat down next to her boyfriend. She looked more put together than him but had that look on her face. She bit her lip and winked at her man.

Will cleared his throat and took a sip of his water while Jack tried not to laugh. Hannibal’s face was red from embarrassment as he realized that it was more than obvious what they were doing. Y/N took a sip of her drink, knowing that she would get him to do that again.

[op1umeyes]

Why’d You Have to Wait?

🔥 - synopsis. You get kidnapped on a case. Aaron’s coping mechanism? Self isolation. But when you’re recovering, Aaron wonders if staying away from you is the right thing to do. Jack convinces him anyway. Are things too far gone for Aaron to fix?

🔥 - warnings. Non descriptive torture. Scars. Burns. Very vaguely described mental issues. Slow burn. Friends ro enemies to lovers? Sad hotch. Angst. No happy ending.

🔥 - author’s note. Doing a part two. Hopefully this doesnt flop :)

Aaron had dreams about it now. They were so vivid- lifelike and real. Every time he had them he woke up in a cold sweat, heaving in the bathroom as tears dripped slowly down his face.

He hadn’t gone to the hospital to see you. In fact, Aaron hadn’t seen you since the day you almost died. He rode in the ambulance, but tore himself away from the hospital as he watched the doctors wheel you into the operating room. Your blood had stained his hands, face, and arms for days. Every time the white spots danced in his vision after emptying the contents of his stomach, he swears he can still see the glossy red liquid drip off his fingers.

You were well like. Not only by the team but by Strauss. She had given the team the time off to help y/n recover: sit in her room after another surgery, cheer for her during physical therapy.

Jack loved having time to see his dad after school, but he knew something was wrong after consistently hearing him pad to the kitchen during the middle of the night.

Tonight was no different.

Jack sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He blinked owlishly around the room and stood up. The little Hotchner slowly followed the light to the kitchen and saw his daddy lean over the sink. “Daddy?”

Aaron turned his head and tried to smile at Jack. Aaron knew he probably looked a mess. “Hey buddy. Let’s get you back to bed.”

Before Aaron could set down set down his water cup, Jack crawled up the seat and watched his dad over the counter. “What’s wrong, daddy?”

“I just can’t sleep,” Aaron shrugged, facing Jack with his arms crossed. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”

Jack looked at Aaron as if he had grown two heads. “You get up in the night a lot, daddy. And your eyes are red. You cough a lot too.“

Hotch wanted to laugh. Of course Jack knew something was wrong- he always knew. “Yeah. You’re right, kiddo.”

“You yell when you sleep sometimes too. What happened to y/n, daddy? She doesn’t come see me anymore.”

Aaron shuddered as he inhaled. Smart boy. “She got really hurt, buddy. It’s bad. I guess I just… get scared thinking about her getting hurt,” Aaron admits, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest.

Jack nodded. “Can we go see her?”

“I- I don’t think we should. She’s still getting better.”

Jack furrowd his eyebrows and tilted his head. “But I miss her.”

“I do t- I bet she misses you, too, Jack, but I don’t know how she’s doing. She might still-“

Jack sighed. “But daddy, she’d be so happy to see me!”

Aaron sighed. As much as he selfishly wanted to see you, he couldn’t. He’d do something he wasn’t proud of- embarrass himself, ruin his reputation of being a mentally and emotionally tough boss, ruin your friendship… No. Aaron couldn’t go by himself, but Jack could go with him. Why hadn’t Aaron thought of it before?

“Okay,” Aaron relented. A smile tugged at his lips when Jack’s face lit up. He scrambled off his chair and collided into Aaron’s legs and squeezed.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, daddy? Aunt Jess always stays with me when I have a nightmare.”

Aaron bent down and picked Jack up and nodded. “Yeah, buddy. Let me brush my teeth again.”

Jack wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck and squeezed, as big of a hug his little body could give.

— 🔥

The days were all a blur for you. Now that you were all fucked up, nothing felt right anymore. Second defree burns crawled up the calf of your left leg. Small cuts littered your entire body, scarring and twisting your skin. The worst part was the long, twisting scar that started on your cheek about two inches away from your ear and pulled down to your collarbone.

The unsub, Barney MacMillian, was a sadist. A stupid fucking sadist. He thought he was punishing you for hunting him when he kidnapped and tortured you.

You know the team tried- they really really did try- to cheer you up, to get you back. But the fact that you now considered yourself a monster and how you started to believe the things MacMillian had whispered in your ear as he tore you apart, layer by layer.

Derek genuinely thought your scar was badass, but learned not to bring it up. Penelope just kept rehashing everything- something you had eventually told her to atop doing. Prentiss was cautious, testing the waters. But she eventually got back into a rhythm with you as your best friend. JJ didn’t do anything wrong, she was just really nice- too nice? Spencer was… himself. And you couldn’t thank him enough for just staying him, recitinf facts about burns and scars, knives and blood loss. It was morbid, sure, but you were always close with him and the way his brain worked.

Rossi was the one that kept you together through it all, though. He had conversations with you, long past visiting hours. He talked with you about anything and everything and somehow knew exactly what you needed to hear or talk about. But he kept making excuses for Aaron.

Aaron. The romantic feelings you kept trying to flush away turned into hurt every time Rossi’s eyes flickered away from yours when you asked about him. But you knew now. He didn’t care. He never would. That’s why he didn’t show. It’s the only plausible explanation of why he wouldn’t show up, shoot you a text, something.

So you turned your hurt into anger and stopped asking, ignoring the way your heart would drop to your stomach and how the acid in your stomach churned eveey time you heard his name.

You already had your resignation documenta stored neatly in a magazine in the second table in the nightstand to your right. You were done with it all.

— 🔥

That’s why you felt tears prick in your eyes when you saw Jack Hotchner leap into the room. His little eyes scoured your face, eyes dragging down the healing skin on your face. You heard Aaron’s footfalls stop short at the door. Your jaw clenched and you stared at Jack, waiting for him to start crying and ask to leave.

But he didn’t. He just smiled and leapt into your arms, completely unaware of the physical pain in your leg and body. He just wrapped his arms and legs around you.

You sat still, eyes looking at Rossi, who smiled at you. You hadn’t yet looked at Aaron and didn’t even want to. Carefully you wrapped your arms around Jack’s back, ignoring how fast the tears left your eyes.

Jack pulled back and looked at you with a smile that faded the second he saw your tears. In all of your time (almost 10 years) at the BAU, Jack had only seen you cry once. And that was during a movie. 

“I thought coming to see you what make you happy,” he sad, voice sad. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled at him, sniffling pitifully. “I’m not sad, little J. I am really happy to see you,” you said. You hoped Aaron would hear the sharp undertone in your voice. Judging by Rossi’s huff of a laugh, he did.

“Oh! Well, I brought you stuff. I know you like the Black Widow because she’s really cool, so I brought you a coloring book,” Jack explained as he brandished his backpack full of stuff. You listensed intently, only looking up when Rossi got your attention and nodded to the door to signal him leaving.

Jack kept talking and you were overjoyed to listen. He was a pleasent little man, making your time more enjoyable. He opened up the coloring book he bought and started coloring after giving you a Beanie Baby he had that you mentioned you liked. He also got you a necklace- that Aaron no doubt spent a pretty penny for- that had your birthstone set in it. Jack watched you carefully as you opened it, and he put it on with his chubby fingers. You didn’t tell him that you would have to take it off soon after he left so it didn’t kill you when you slept. Hospital policy or something.

Soon after you finished your own coloring page featuring the Black Widow and Tony Stark making a hero landing, Jack turned on the T.V. and fell asleep.

“Hey,” Aaron said finally.

You nodded. “Hi boss.”

Aaron bit his lip. You stared forward, hand threading through Jack’s hair. Aaron felt his heart clenching in his chest. He didn’t know how you were gonna react when he came by, but he didn’t expect this- this silent treatment. He didn’t really blame you though. He wanted more than anything to make it up to you, to get you smiling again, but he knew the distance was probably better. For him at least.

“Y/n-“ Aaron started.”

You cut him off with. “Jack’s asleep, sir. It would be best not to wake him.”

Sir. You only called him sir if you were mad. Aaron swallowed. He knew he fucked up. Would he ever be able to fix his mistake, bring the old you back? He pondered the questions as he leaned back in his chair and watched the television show Jack chose before he fell asleep.

— 🔥

“Y/n is getting sent home today,” David’s voice crackled through the phone. “We wanted to take her out to dinner, something nice. Are you coming?”

Aaron sat at the kitchen table, checking over Jack’s homework. Jack himself was sitting a couple feet away on the couch. “Probably not. I have Jack.” 

Rossi scoffed on the other line. “She loves Jack and he loves her. Bring him with you.”

“I don’t know,” Aaron sighed. He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. “Dave, she hates me.”

Silence. Rossi exhaled and shook his head. “She doesn’t hate you, but you’re giving her a lot of reasons to. Clean yourself up and meet us all at the address Garcia’ll send you. 6:00. Be there, Aaron. If not for her…” he trailed off, considering his next words carefully. “Then for Jack.”

— 🔥

David convinced you all to wait until ordering.

But when 6:45 rolled around and Aaron didn’t show, you just clenched your jaw and ordered a neat whiskey.

[kiththecat]

this is going to sound so ubnoxious, but i saw a lifesteal confession and immediately realised that im probably guilty of the exact thing it was talking about (people mostly caring about branzy when it comes to lifesteal and clownzy). but after a minute of thinking (🤔<- like this) i could kiiiinda pinpoint why and i thought it'd be interesting enough to vocalise, at least.

in my head, there's a very clear line between "the guy whose vidoes i watch while eating lunch" and "the guy i make fanworks of." even though its technically the same guy. i love watching branzy's videos. he's extremely entertaining and talented. but i also have a separate version of him that's based on the character he plays. the guy who in many cases has a story that ends up being very tied to clowns. being the most important person to the deadliest guy is a compelling character and i find that very fun to explore in writing. admittedly the bit they've got going on where they flirt unprompted is still kinda peak and that is definitely something i'd want to see more of.  very chill about it though. *wink*

however, and this is where i wholeheartedly agree with everything in the confession. i really dislike it when the comment section on branzy's videos mention clown in a video clown's barely in. cc!branzy could spend five hundred hours working on a minecraft project and if clownpierce happens to be eluded to, then that's what a lot of the comments will be about. now i LOVE clownzy crumbs because i'm a pathetic individual, but there are so many other things to talk about in branzy's non-lifesteal content than the gay bit he did two years ago. 

anyway here are some elements of branzy's character that i really appriciate bout him

he is like a jack of all trades. sure he's not the very very best in any field, but he's a great builder, great redstoner, great at survival things, great at the game in general. i think his strongest trait is just how dedicated he is to whatever he decides to do. he loves a challenge, he loves overkill and theatrics, he needs mental stimulation and work or else he dies.

in after hours smp he commited so many crimes... so many. one thing i loved is that for that video he had to research these crimes and come up with a minecraft equivalent. he's extremely creative and his brain works in weird, sort of morbid and somehow also cutesy ways.

or in the video where he's building a computer in minecraft with rek. one moment he doesn't get what's happening and he asks rek to "explain it to me like im a puppy" or something. and it's such a silly little moment but i like that he just found no shame in asking. in general he's just very down to earth and shameless.

he is not in any way morally upstanding. if he saw a big read button that said "press this to kill one hundred random children" he'd not hesitate. if the button was protected with top security measures he'd do whatever it takes to get past them. he does not care about good and bad. please never give him morals.

his love language is killing his friends for fun

okay here's a personal preference but he needs to have some wacky job. if you're writing this man he needs to be money laundering. or running a pyramid scheme. why would anyone put him in a school, or a cafe. he's a palm reader who sucks but takes money before readings and runs away. he's running a sweatshop and all the worker uniforms are weird costumes. he's a janitor but he uses special access to steal things. he has one hundred different identities. why am i describing stanley pines.

moving on.

there is so much love in him. he loves the craft (insert trademark mark here), he loves the people around him, he finds joy in pretty flowers, he finds joy in setting pretty flowers on fire.

many more things to say but the gist is. bramzycraft....

he's a dad now and i think that's beautiful. buuuuuuuuut the baby doesnt have anything to do with toxic yaoi (that we know of... 👁️👁️) so how important is it REALLY.

clownzy jesus out.

[cloud9dreamer]

hiii how are you ^^)/ could I ask for headphone jacks for pomefiore (separately ^^) with a female reader who is very good at dancing tango~ since it is a dance from her country :')) thanks in advance<3

Great how are you bb! I didn't really understand what you meant by headphone jacks but I got the pomfiore part. Hope you like it!

Edit: I literally finished this and went to publish it and it got deleted. Kill me.

🍎 Epel Felmier

🥧The first time he sees you dance, he’s shocked. Epel wasn't expecting much when you told him you can tango thinking you where tooting your own horn. But when he gets hit with pure dance power, sensuality, and body control his jaw genuinely drops.

🥧Blushes like crazy. Tango is intimate, and you’re bold with it. The way your body moves confidently as you slowly inch closer makes him redder than a freshly picked apple. He tries to play it all cool and bad, but the tips of his ears betray him.

🥧Eventually seeing you dance made him want to learn tango for himself under the condition that he does it "his way" not Vil’s dainty schmainty version. He wants to be the masculine lead, full of grounded steps, strength, and presence. Or as much presence you can have when you look like the tooth fairy and a bunny had a baby(LMFAOO) . He’ll stomp and grumble through practices until he finds his rhythm—then suddenly, he’s magnetic.

🥧Expect him to get competitive. If another guy tries to dance with you, Epel will sulk. Maybe even throw a tantrum like a real bunny if he's feeling sour enough. “Tch. Bet he don’t even know how to pivot right.” He’ll work even harder just to prove he’s the only one worthy of your trust on the floor.

👑 Vil Schoenheit

🪞Instant Approval. That's it, youre one Vil’s good graces from now onwards. Albeit it doesnt show on his face. To the untrained eye he seems indifferent maybe even bored. But all the pomfiore students can clearly see the look of silent reverence on his face. Grace, discipline, tension, flair? You check every box. “Flawless,” he murmurs, already envisioning you in custom couture for a spotlight gala. You don't know, he might even get you a gig.

🪞As a dance partner he is strict but passionate. He will critique your footwork if it slips even slightly (bitch). He’s not cruel—he just knows you’re capable of perfection. “Again, but this time... feel it in your spine.” he rasps into your ear as his hands glide down to the small of your back almost like they belong there.

🪞Publicly showcases you, he wants the entire world to see you. He'll choreograph a duet where both of you embody elegance and dominance in equal measure—like twin flames circling each other on stage. Every step is deliberate. Every glance is art.

🪞Oh he'll FREAK OUT over every detail of your dress, down to the very thread color and rhinestone arrangement. He’ll custom commission your tango outfits, Think slit skirts, silk gloves, Swarovski crystal accents. “Your movement deserves couture.” And he means it.

🏹 Rook Hunt

🌳Absolutely enchanted by you. Mutters “Merveilleux...” The first time he sees you tango, even gasps as you dance. Not just because you’re good—but because your movement speaks of danger, desire, and a hunter’s focus. To Rook, that's the most poetic form of seduction.

🌳He'll analyze every step you take, asking questions like, “Why did you flick your leg just then? Was it instinct or strategy?” Rook isn’t trying to be annoying—he’s just utterly fascinated by how your soul speaks through motion.

🌳Constantly challenging you. He’ll appear behind you stalker out of nowhere, hand extended: “Shall we dance, belle chasseresse?” He keeps you on your toes, literally and figuratively. He tests your speed, balance, instincts—he lives for the tension between you.

🌳Whispers in your ear during the dance. As your bodies glide close, he’ll lean in and murmur, “Your heartbeat is racing. How exquisite.” He thrives in the heat between you—to him it's more thrilling than any hunt.

[cheesit-notes]

pervy tf141 x reader (pt2 kinda)

you're hot as fuck; the team knows it, and so do you. and god, you're such a tease about it.

➥ requested by anon!

tags: lowkey nsfw under cut!, fem!reader, sub gaz, sub soap, every tf141 member kinda subby, voyeurism w/ ghost, teasing, reader kinda dom implied, ass and lots of it, reader being a tease, bold reader

a/n: i started at 9pm and ended at 1am and sometime between then and now, i got really tired so sorry for any mispellings, none of my work are ever edited.. my brain isnt quite functioning rn and i want to sleep but thanks for requesting anon, whoever u are ;3

Gaz who’s gets so flustered over how… just how bold you are. god, you’re teasing him with those clothes that just fit your body so, so well. his morals are already questioned when you come in, he couldnt stop imagining you in different positions. but now he doesnt have to imagine! because now, you’re bending over, purposely showing him your plush ass, to pick something up, showing him what you’d look like in certain positions. and my, gaz is a little pervert isnt he? getting hard in the middle of the common area just because you dropped your drink and picked it up. his face is flushed embarrassed and his growing erection sure doesn’t help. quick, someone might enter the room and see his throbbing cock strained against his pants so sit on his lap, tell him to be quiet, and help him out, yeah?

Soap who love the confidence you have, he’s like putty around you.. if you initiate more physical contact with him, specifically touches that can be easily misunderstood if anyone were to see, and he’s practically drooling. has been pushed against the wall by you, his hand pushing up your thigh because he just couldnt help himself, and your lips just mere inches from his. he’s rock hard, you can feel it as you press yourself onto him, and he’s leaking so much precum, its like he pissed himself. yet all this to be interrupted by your dear old Lieutenant Ghost who happened to discover the scene. poor Soap who’s most intimate moment with you just disappeared and left with a throbbing cock, but you seem fine. in fact, you’re smiling cheekily. you whisper to Soap, telling him to wait for you in his barracks before happily walking away like nothing just happened. ah, but Soap can’t wait. he jacks himself off twice, unable to stop. and he’s panting like a dog! it only took you 30 minutes to come to his barracks, but he’s already a sopping mess; sweat dripping down his face, bits of cum splattered on his stomach, and a small pool in between his legs. then you start stroking his soft cock, and he shouldn’t like this. he’s can barely get hard, the overstimulation is so painful to him, but he’s a like a bitch in heat in your hands.

Ghost who gets so fucking hard during team briefings. god, his erection is painfully obvious to anyone who just so much as glanced by that area. he doesnt mean to get hard, its just.. you.. you’re there. right next to him. your ass is within reach, god, and your wearing those tight leggings again. he needs you to blow his poor needy cock off and he needs it bad. he usually wants to at least look decent in front of captain Price. oh, but god, he wouldn’t mind the entire crew watching him get a sloppy blowjob from pretty little you. he wouldnt even mind the entire crew watching him stroke his hard meaty cock if it meant you were watching. leans back and as casually as he can, he droops one arm over you. he’s afraid you might say something, anything, about his off behavior but you don’t; you lean into his touch. one hand so close to touching your tits and the other laid near his crotch. at first, its just little touches while he imagines how your pretty tits would feel, especially in his mouth. but within minutes, hes practically openly palming himself while imagining hes sucking on your tits. his mask is a savior for covering his flushed face. god, and he sees you looking over at him, staring him up and down, and he knows you see his big fat cock pushed against his pants. all you do is give a barely noticeable smile, and look away but he’s already cumming in his pants.

Price who finds your bold personality quite amusing. still calls you a rookie despite you being far from it. it’s a constant game of who can push the other off the edge with the two of you. you’ll visit his office in the later hours of the evening and plop yourself on the edge of his seat. the two of you are having the most mundane conversation, sharing a single chair while the sexual tension is screaming. he’ll move you onto his lap, you’re looking down at him and smiling, he’s looking up at you with a hand gripping your ass. he’s a bold bastard, leaning into your chest, pulling you closer to him until your basically straddling him. god, you’re really pushing his nerves. you should be flustered, an embarrassed mess at his perverted actions. but nooo you’re enjoying yourself, smiling. and lord, he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy your teasing. now, the question is: how many late evening visits will it take for an overnight stay in the office?

[hawkeyes-boy]

a charity football match is on tv and now I can't stop thinking abt ptmc charity football match

im thinking either day shift vs night shift (competitive but light-hearted) OR medical vs surgical (VIOLENT BRUTAL BATTLE TO THE DEATH)

I have so many thoughts abt day shift vs night shift

robby and jack as coaches, robby plays the old man card and blames his bad back. jack does a stint in goal using his crutch(es) but then retires to manager opposite robby making terrible FOOTball jokes the whole time. robby doesnt start out competitive but you KNOW jack brings it out in him by the end

then the line up:

frank as the day shift striker cos of course he his, just look at the hair. hes fast and skillful but he dives pathetically and jack yells at him lmao

mel is a winger, shes also pretty fast but shes not very technical. she does have a knack for reading the game (or maybe just frank...) and sets him up some great shots

dennis is on the other wing and he's surprisingly good, but he panics and boots it too much and also goes down like a wet paper towel - not diving he's just,,, flimsy

samira in centre mid, shes a bit slow on the ball, takes too many touches, but when she can hold onto it she gets some great balls through to mel/frank

dana as the centre back running that defensive line like a pro, she doesn't need to shout but you best believe that line is so straight they're calling offside every ten minutes (it makes a vein start to show in jack's neck)

collins as right back, not very fast but solid and persistant making her very difficult to get around. the only time robby actually shouts from the sideline is when there's a particularly strong challenge on collins

mckay as left back (she strikes me as a lefty idk why Imao) similar to collins but plays DIRTYYYY, you know she does, shes pulling some filthy slide tackles. jack doesnt even have a go cos he respects it. shit talks like a MOTHERFUCKER too. sorry just heart eyes thinking abt her gimme a minute

santos in goal 1000%. i played women's football for a long time and let me tell you she fits the blueprint to the fucking millimetre. she's played since she was a kid and she runs that team like the fucking navy, the MOST invested person on the pitch. she's yelling at everyone keeping them all in line and giving genuinely sound tactical advice - unfortunately it's rarely followed because she gets too irate. she nearly makes dennis cry and robby makes her go sit on the bench to calm down for a minute lmao

javadi's the water girl and she takes her job very seriously, she's also in charge of the cold spray and tape which in amateur football is like a performance enhancing drug comparable to dope, and again she takes this responsibility very seriously

OK AND THEN NIGHT SHIFT

I'm giving them surgical too for the numbers and also because I want to

the main reason I want to is garcia. . . she's up front and it's mostly because she's a genuinely decent striker. . .but its also definitely not not because jack noticed santos seems a bit more distractable when garcia's in her eyeline. . .

walsh also has goalkeeper vibes to me, calling the shots from the back

shen. . . . I cannot see as a footballer. jack puts him on as a winger and he's competent, but he refuses to run too far after someone and just does a 🤷‍♂️ when jack and walsh threaten to give him a reason to run

ellis is centre mid and she's holding the team together, she's not the fastest but she's not slow and she's skilled, experienced, solid and tactical too. she's their secret weapon and jack doesn't even pretend to actually be managing anything, he just repeats what she says from the lines but louder

[strryspace]

oh boy so i watched the sixties lotf movie, and everything was good, it was mostly true to the book

and then i watched the nineties one, and i think its actually WORSE than everyones making it out to be, there's so many inaccuracies i don't even know where to start

first off, them starting in the water made me giggle a lil, but then.. ralph i think?? goes down to save an adult.. by the HAIR. HELP?

them being from the same stupid military school is SO dumb, because theres meant to be a distinction between the choir boys and everyone else, and jack makes it a WHOLE THING that hes chapter chorister and can sing c sharp THEREFORE has the credentials to be chief

and theyre meant to be the last to show up after ralph blows the conch, which in the MOVIE, doesnt show up for a hot MINUTE

the point of the arrival of the choir is that they appear as a large black mass at first, which is foreshadowing that they themselves become the true beast later in the book, which made me mad because its one of my FAVOURITE parts in the book because its subtle but oh man it hits you on the reread

plus piggy was supposed to be the first one to stumble upon ralph, it was the whole point of their argument later, 'i was with him before anyone else was', but there isnt even an argument in the movie because EVERYONE goes to explore the island 🥀🥀

AND WHY ARE THERE GLOW STICKS?

they got rid of the parachutist too, and instead of the parachutist appearing on the island by the fire, the adult they saved earlier basically jumpscares a boy in a cave and then the boy stabs him with the spear, which is NOT THE EQUIVALENT TO THE PARACHUTIST ON THE MOUNTAIN!!!

the entire deal with the parachutist being on the mountain is that they then couldn't go back up to where their signal fire was, rendering it useless and rescue borderline impossible

they dont even address it cuz then they just put the fire on the beach anyway?

the parachutist was also to show that whats happening on the island is just a smaller scale of the real world events and the nuance of the world outside the island, to show that the boys wouldnt be safer back home in england like they think, how adults are as bad + WAY WORSE in general

and samneric dont even get captured, they straight up leave WAY earlier than theyre supposed to

+ the adult is just straight up knocked out from his injuries and he goes off wandering and thats how he ends up in the cave

ANOTHER THING!! if movie ralph is colonel, there shouldnt have even BEEN an election, because at the end of the day he literally has superiority over the other cadets, who gaf is jack is older, CUZ HE ISNT THE COLONEL IS HE???

jack wasnt even mad he was like 'i guess you won 🔥', the characterization is so sad and takes away from what theyre all meant to represent

and since there isnt even a choir, simon is basically just some cadet that has a lizard for barely a minute in the movie, in getting rid of the choir you just erase his religious characteristics, and in turn, RUIN HIS CHARACTER ENTIRELY

the SWEARING takes away from so many moments that are meant to be big and contemplative, and so much iconic dialogue was missing, they threw like five lines similar to the book and decided to call it a day

'im sick of your shit and sos my gang!' jack ate this line up though i cant even lie, i had a good chuckle but obviously its still not WHAT HE ACTUALLY SAID

not to mention.. they all help build the shelters, which in the book is one of the biggest problems cuz nobodys helping with the huts and its one of the reasons ralph calls an assembly

speaking of assembly, jack doesnt call one EVER like he does once in the book, and he doesnt even condescend ralph or mention any qualities about him to get the others to dislike him, he also doesnt attempt to redo the count so he can be chief, and its supposed to be a tense scene (at least i imagine it to be) but jack is just like 'okay bye whoever wants to come can come also fuck you ralph'

and people just IMMEDIATELY follow after him rather than slowly disappearing when theyre building the fire on the beach like in the book

also they just put in a random storm i guess for the dramatics but it doesnt fit because in the book the storm was used for simons death to indicate the climax of savagery and violence. yes, there is a storm when they kill simon, but its not as impactful because theres already been a storm and we've witnessed it

the mention of the beastie from the mulberry boy in the beginning aint even there, and they dont call it the beast (which it is LITERALLY ALWAYS KNOWN AS), they call it a monster.

that's another thing, a beast could be anything, it has a more animalistic quality to it, a monster just sounds fake entirely and it doesnt give it the feel of realisticness that the word 'beast' has

we dont see simon go off into his sanctuary at all, another core part of his religious character, and he also doesnt faint a single time

roger and simon get whitewashed but whos really surprised with that one anymore

when they hunt for the 'beast' ralph isnt even there and there wasnt even an assembly

theres also no slight confrontation between jack and roger after piggys death, taking away from his intimidating behaviour and overall character once again

when ralph goes back to castle rock and sees samneric, they just say 'you arent supposed to be here, blah blah blah roger sharpened a stick at both ends' ralph literally goes 'you need to stand up to him or youll just be another one of his slaves!!' and then scurries off, never let this guy do a pep talk ever

there is an assembly where ralph addresses the fact that everyone is horsing around, but due to the lack of BEAST it is basically useless because part of the assembly was addressing the nonsensical fear that reigned over the island, which meant simon didnt get to say his ICONIC LINES and also ONCE AGAIN takes away from their characters as a whole

jack doesnt even say 'bollocks to the rules' 🥀🥀 literally one of his silliest but genuine lines and they took it away from him

also they need to stop making jack blonde because hes described to be a redhead with a shit ton of freckles

and what do you know they made simon simply STARE at the pig's head, which the other movie does too but at least they could afford a few inaccurate things here and there because they mostly stayed on track

the events of the movie are simply ALL over the place and pretty much contradicts everything the book was trying to say and do, because by taking away certain things like the choir and the beginning with piggy and ralph, youre just saying 'what if there was an island. what if we put boys on it' AND THEN FILMED IT AND ATTACHED IT TO LORD OF THE FLIES' NAME

in the beginning, jack doesnt really make much of an effort to try to kill the piglet and plus the piglet wasnt even trapped so once again, there was very little tension and emphasis on it, which is unfortunate because its one of jacks important scenes, it shows his lingering innocence and the civilized part of him that's still in there despite his crude nature

if theres any more i can think of, ill edit this and add it

overall, im unimpressed and disappointed, i heard it was bad, but god i didnt know it was THIS bad

[confusedmothboy]

Pleak,,,, I beg of thee,,,,, soft Jackie and Eddie art,,,, or,,,, if you’re feeling generous,,,, headcanons on Jackie and Eddie’s relationship in an au where Jackie lives,,,, I think they’d be a powerful duo in and out of the wilderness despite their awful parents,,,

theyre such a boyloser girlfailure duo theyre mlm wlw rivals theyre haters theyre so stupid i love them quite a lot

headcanons and writing under the cut

jackie hits eddie a lot. like a lot a lot. usually she just slaps him on the arm or over the back of the head, but the sweet fragile vibe that she has with the rest of the team evaporates whenever eddie acts up (breathes)

eddie hates jeff with a passion because one time jeff tried to mansplain something he learned about world war one (except he stole the information from a movie on world war two and eddie is highly abnormal about history). jackie hates all the girls eddie's dated not because he has bad taste but because even before she knew he was gay, she could tell that he was only dating them for gifts (cigarettes, cassettes, collectibles). jackie is so neutral on travis she had to ask "who" after spending two months out in the wilderness with everybody.

jackie's much closer to their parents than eddie is. ever since he was outed to them in 1993, they refuse to kick him out but also refuse to treat him normally. jackie doesn't know much about what goes on at home because shes usually out at practice, parties, studying, or up in her room with jeff.

eddie kept all the old cassettes that jackie wanted to throw out even though jackie swears up and down that she doesnt listen to "old" artists like madonna anymore (she still sings along when she hears him playing her music)

if jackie were to live (no crash au), eddie's life probably wouldnt go all that different, minus the fact that eddie would be living on the west coast (no fear of planes). one of my friends has an oc that he pairs up with jackie so im sorry jackieshauna truthers but she ends up with him instead. eddie's the uncle with the job you dont understand until youre around 13 or 14 whos always doing something to spoil his nieces/nephews. look at my oc hes lowkey just a chill guy /ref

--- doomcoming (the fun part) drabble ---

“She can’t even fit into her dress.” Jackie muttered under her breath. Eddie looked across the clearing to see Shauna swaying to the acapella music awkwardly. He snorted.

“And whose fault is that?” He mumbled the snide comment, leaning in closer to Jackie so no one could hear them. “Sure as hell isn’t yours that she's trashy. Or that she chose that God-awful dress.” He sipped his berry wine, the taste growing on him.

“Ugh. Don't make me think about it.” Jackie sighed.

“You want me to request a song from the DJs?” Eddie pointed with his pinky over to Crystal, Akilah, Gen, and Melissa, who were all harmonizing Hotel California -by Crystal's instruction- as the others danced. 

“What song?” Jackie asked tiredly. 

“Trust me, its one of your favorites.” Eddie lied. Jackie smiled, allowing it.

Eddie walked over to the choir group, past Javi, who was trying to convince Travis that he should be allowed to drink the berry wine. Travis relented right as Eddie whispered the song name in Crystal’s ear. She nodded and brought the song to an end - there wasn't much in the way of instrumentals and the portion with lyrics had already been sung. Crystal conferred with the rest of the group as Eddie took his place next to Jackie. They started humming the opening to the song, and it took a second for Jackie to realize what Eddie had chosen. She looked up at him. 

“No- no, I’m not doing it.” She couldn't hide the amused grin on her face. 

“See that girl, watch that scene,” 

“You don't have a choice, sorry Jacks, rules are rules.” Eddie shrugged, smiling wide.

“-digging the dancing queen…”

“C’mon, I’ll embarrass myself too.” Eddie pulled her by the hand onto the ‘dance floor’. They had a routine for that song that Eddie knew she still remembered. Jackie stumbled over the first few steps, but eventually started to dance side by side with Eddie, laughing. It was corny, it was dorky, it was evenings after the dust from their arguments would settle, and he and Jackie would watch movies and have dance-offs together. Eddie almost tripped over a branch, and glanced up at Travis, who was smiling at them. 

“Anybody could be that guy…” 

Jackie twirled Eddie around, a move that was clearly intended for a time when Eddie was significantly shorter than her. A few others started joining in. Tai and Van were giggling like crazy as they danced with each other. Mari pulled Akilah from the singer's group for a moment to join her. 

Eddie remembered exactly when they had last danced to that song. He had been about twelve, Jackie fifteen, and it came on the speakers at some family friend’s wedding. He and Jackie had stolen the show, and by that he meant they had danced horribly and everyone had laughed at their performance. That was good. That was the point.

Out of breath, the song winding down, Eddie stumbled out of the dance clearing to sit next to Travis on his log ‘bench’. As the girls started to hum the beginning to Heat Of The Moment, Travis placed a quick peck on Eddie’s cheek. Eddie turned to glance at him, both of their faces red. They weren't exactly trying to hide what was going on anymore, especially not after the celebration that Tai and Van’s kiss had earned. But Eddie still felt giddy at the fact that they didn't have to hide anything. He saw Javi at the other side of the clearing, a cup full of berry wine, looking back and forth at his brother and Eddie, confused, before shrugging and taking a swig. 

“You gonna keep him from a lifetime of alcoholism?” Eddie nudged Travis, who laughed. 

“Ah- who the hell cares anymore?” Travis tilted his head as he watched the rest of the group dance and sing their hearts out. “End of the world, and all.”

--- thank you for reading!!! ---

[the-s1lly-corner]

Wiping food off of various' crps face but youre kinda weird about it

aka you either eat said food or shove your hand in their mouth or pat their cheek or whatever. i yearn for funny shitposty x reader posts. i yearn for it like i yearn for shriump. iwant shrump so fucing abd characters: jeff the killer, laughing jack, masky, ticci toby notes: gn reader, crp reader, slender mansion au for fun, short and written on computer, more a shit post than anything but you guys are together cws: none

JEFF THE KILLER

you learn your lesson quick not to mess with him while hes eating... his mouth is just so wide thanks to his gashes...! so of course you shove your fingers into his mouth for a split second as a joke.. youre lucky he was so in shock because he wouldve bitten you...

he will be prepared for next time- hes not going to trust your offers to clean him up for a while

hes equal parts shocked annoyed and vaguely amused. youre fucking weird you know that right? now if youll excuse him hes going to go rinse his mouth out

he might retaliate by smearing food on your face and patting it in. the girls are fighting!

LAUGHING JACK

honestly the fact he doesnt get more candy all over his face with how aggressively he eats it and the massive quantity is a miracle... but its only a matter of time before he gets some melted chocolate on his face

you swipe it off- and he giggles a thank you... and then you eat the chocolate. dramatically. his giggles instantly die for a few seconds before he just busts out. what the fuck was that!

if you wanted some so bad you could have just said so and hed get you more than enough! he doesnt care that you were doing it for a bit- he WILL bring it up any chance he gets. everyone will know. good luck

MASKY

honestly this is the quickest way to make him not take his mask off around you again. he gets some sauce stuck on the corner of his mouth as you both each together and you just

reach for his face and swipe it off. normal! and then you decided to ruin it by putting the thumb you used against his lips. the only reason you werent able to get it in his mouth was because he kept his teeth closed- cue your nail clicking against his teeth

he is flabbergasted. his brows? knitted together. eyes? widened in shock. mouth? closed but pulled into an unamused line. even without words hes clearly asking what the fuck is wrong with you

its funny though

TICCI TOBY

you wipe his mouth and lightly pat his cheek. he actually... doesnt think much of it. sure its a little much but the pat didnt feel bad. he loves getting some extra loving from you

but then you keep going... a pat on the cheek turned into patting him on the head- and then ruffling his hair... and then trailing your finger down his forehead- his nose- and eventually his lips

he kind of squirms away once you start trailing his face and just. "what the FUCK are you doing??"- like hes not mad just very very confused

is this a game he isnt aware of?? you... didnt get the food in his hair did you?

[liivzen]

Chishiya x fem!reader

if this doesnt make sense my bad, i’m running on fumes atm.

*not really edited if there’s errors- whoops*

mdni - 18+ under the cut.

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You were about seven rounds into the jack of hearts game and you were starting to get a bit nervous now. You still hadn’t found out who the jack was and the crowd was starting to thin out drastically now. The only reassurance you were getting was the comforting looks Chishiya was giving you.

The two of you had decided to make it seem like you hadn’t known each other, and it was chishiyas idea and you trusted him. You knew he always had a way to figure out these types of games.

So the two of you paired off with other people but it didn’t make anything much better. It was the start of a new round so you had an hour or so to just chill and figure out what your symbol was. You were paired up with random girl you had met at the begining of the game. She was a bit of the skittish type so you could trust her to some extent.

You made your way to the cafeteria with all the food, the girl you were paired with starting to head to where the bathrooms were. You had made a little bit of small talk but other than that the two of you hadn’t really spoken. You grabbed a snack and made your way over to one of the tables. You glanced over at chishiya and the group he mingled into at the beginning of the game.

Chishiya looked up from his bag of cookies, making eye contact with you. He nodded his head towards you in acknowledgement and went back to eating his cookies. You went back to your own bag and tried to just pass the time. As it got closer to finally go into the cells and tell your symbols, the tension started to rise. When the girl you were paired with sat down, you looked up at her. You noticed she was slightly more nervous looking than before. This made you a little suspicious.

Soon the two of you stood up and prepared to tell each other your symbols. She turned around first, moving her hair to the side. Leaning close you saw her symbol was a club

“Club.” You tell her truthfully. You’re not really sure what made you tell the truth but it was too late too say anthing now. Turning around you showed her your symbol.

“H-heart.” She stuttered out. You immediatly knew something was off. You looked over to the clock and saw that there was still about 15 minutes before you had to get in the cells. Meaning 15 minutes to find out what your actually symbol was. You looked over at Chishiya and saw that he had moved to leaning against one of the shelves of food, still munching on the same cookies. You make eye-contact and nod your head to over back to where the cells are, he gets what your saying and heads that way. After a minute you follow after him.

You walk a bit behind him trying to keep a distance but still see where he’s going. You saw him turn down a hallway that was somewhat dark, then went into one of the cells that was in the hall. You walk up to the cell, double checking no one was following the two of you. Then you step into the cell.

As soon as you step into the cells you, you have your arm pulled and are backed against the wall. You look up at Chishiya and see that he’s looking down at you, grabbing your cheek and rubbing his thumb over it.

“You ok?” He whispered down at you. You breathe out a sigh you weren’t even realizing you were holding. You close your eyes at the comfort that you were getting, trying to take advantage of the little bit of time you were given

“I think my partner was told to lie to me or something. I don’t believe her now.” You tell him, grabbing onto his hoodie he always wears. He hums and moves his hands down your side, grabbing onto your waist. You slide your own hands up his chest, trying to calm your nerves. Chishiya could feel them though, knowing your signs of anxiety. You felt him squeeze your waist, but the next thing you know your getting turned around, your front touch the cell wall. Looking back, you stare at your boyfriend with a raisd brow.

“What are you doing.” You ask him, feeling his hands wonder down to your hips.

“Calming your nerves.” He says to you before leaning over you and placing a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

You don’t really say anything as you feel his hands inch towards your front. You close your eyes and let out a small sigh when you feel his hands slide into your bottoms, immediately finding your center. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan when you felt him run his fingers over you, gathering your slick that was pooling down there.

“Better be quiet or else the others will hear.” Chishiya whispers into your ear, taking his hands out of your bottoms. You let out a small whine, looking back at what he was doing. You see him bring his hand up to his lips. All you could do was roll your eyes at your boyfriends antics and push your hips back onto his front, now feeling needy. Chishiya chuckled but listened to your body.

He gripped the waistband of your bottoms, pulling them down just enough to get to your entrance. He pushed on your back slightly to have you arch a little more, making you place your hands on the wall in front of you. You felt him shuffle a bit, pulling down his shorts just enough to free himself. You didn’t have to wait long for you to feel his tip drag at your entrance. However, your boyfriend still wanted to tease even though you were running on quite the tight schedule.

“Stop mess-“ You don’t even get to finish before you felt him push into you. Chishiya had to cover your mouth or else you would’ve let out a loud moan that would echo through the halls.

“Gotta keep quiet now precious.” He tells you before he pulls back and thrust deep into you. You moan against his hand, feeling him deep in you, making your knees weak. Chishiya had to keep his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you up.

His thrust were hard and deep, you couldn’t even think straight after a few of his powerful thrust. Your mouth opened to let out another moan but this time you felt Chishiya stuff his fingers into your mouth, touching the back and making you let out a choked sound.

“There we go precious.” Chishiya tells you, letting out his own grunt.

You could feel yourself getting close to your release and Chishiya could feel it too. He could feel the way you were squeezing tightly around him, making him close to his own release. Chishiya thrust started to quicken at this.

“Come on precious, almost there.” He said to you, moving his other hand to rub over your clit.

Thats all it took to push you over.

You threw your head back and let out what little moan you could with Chishiyas fingers still in your mouth. He leaned closer to your back, pushing you flush to the wall. He felt you come all over his cock, his release coming just after yours. He made one final thrust before spilling into you.

The two of you stood there for a moment trying to catch your breath. Chishiya had to keep you held up due to how shaky your legs had become. When you were finally good you felt Chishiya pull your bottoms up, trapping the two of yours releases in there. He gave you a little kiss on the head, giving your waist a final squeeze before giving you a light push towards the door.

“You leave first, I’ll follow after in a few.” He tells you putting his hands in his pockets like usual. You nod and give him a final kiss on the cheek before you grab the door to leave. Right before you do though you hear Chishiya say something.

“Diamond.” He says, tapping the collar that you both share. You look back at him and give him an appriecetive nod before heading back to the cafeteria with the tiniest limp.

As you walk back to the main hallways you see something that catches out of the corner of your eye. You look over to a man sitting on the ground against the wall with a light blue button up and grey pants. You make eye contact with him and he just tilts his head to the side a bit.

Somethings a bit off about that man.

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(if only banda and chishiya were real *sigh*)